We are, who we are.

I apologize profusely that this blog has fallen so far from what it started out to be,
I take a good chunk of responsibility for the lack of updates, and a general departure
from online posts. I feel like we’ve put so much into the podcast last season and early
this year, that it just seems like we’d be subjecting ya’ll to the same information.

But take this first post for the 2014 season as a starting point. We’ll do better to
keep you all in touch with our series previews as the season goes along.
All of that out-of-the-way, the Reds instagram account has had a contest running for
the last month. Each day is a new Reds related post, that has your personal touches
(and unbelievable filters).

This past week, I added what was only my second contribution, when it was a culmination
of sorts for everyone else. What being a Reds fan, means to me, or how we got here.

So let’s do a little history lesson, a quick rundown of how I got here.
Baseball is in my blood. My grandfather had one hell of an arm, and in the early 50’s
was in fact invited to the St.Louis Cardinals spring training. Personal circumstance
brought him back before he ever really got a shot, and instead started a family
with my Grandmother. My dad and his brothers all played baseball, so I grew up around
an entire generation of baseball players, and I cannot overstate how those summers would influence me as not just a baseball fan, but as a person.

Yeah, I know, hiss and boo because I have family ties to the enemy.

My mom’s side also has strong Pittsburgh roots, so feel free to run me out-of-town any
day now. And it was her father, my Grandpa Traverse, that really brought me into the
game. We would go on these province wide road trips that usually involved camping
myself and my three sisters in a pop up camper with both grandparents. It wasn’t the
trips, the swimming, the bonfires, or the wilderness hikes that I remember with
absolute clarity. It’s the late nights after everyone had gone to sleep, laying in a
bunk with my Grandpa, listening to Tom Cheek call Toronto Blue Jays games on the radio.
Where most kids had a lullaby, or stories to safely send them off to Neverland, for me
it was Kelly Gruber, Jesse Barfield, Tony Fernandez, Dave Steib and Tom Henke. I was
raised to cheer for the boys in blue. The sounds of the crickets chirping, the wind
playing the creaks and groans of the camper like a terrible orchestra backdrop to the
boys of summer. That’s where I came from. A good Canadian kid, that couldn’t skate, but
learned to throw a curveball.

I would split my summers between both grandparents’ towns. My Pops on my Dads side,
would tell me how the only player worth following was Pete Rose. He never slowed, he
never gave anything less than 100%, and how he’d kill a guy to win, and almost had at
one time. He never explained just how influential the Ray Fosse play was in defining
Charlie Hustle, but it’s something I still point to as a character moment for Pete.
At the same time, my Dad is a lifetime Phillies fan, so the Pete Rose influence for me
started early. It’s just that he was wearing a different jersey than I associate with
him now. My dad wanted me to be a third baseman, desperately, he’d send me out during
my practices to take grounders at third. My bruised and beaten arms and chest left a
lot to be desired, this is also why I gravitated to the outfield, the ball seemed far
less of a sociopath when it was hurtling back to earth, and ultimately my glove.

My relationship with my Dad early on was exceptionally destructive, his lifetime of
having an angry father took its toll, and had direct impact on his own four kids in
return. Don’t get me wrong, I do not begrudge or blame my dad for how he’d physically
reprimand us early on, it was all he had known. But this is also the catalyst for the
relationship and bond we share now.Dad entered anger management, where we’d have family sessions and openly discuss our feelings. With three sisters, I often felt left out of
the loop on time with either of my parents, mostly my father.

In 1995 my dad and I took our very first, and certainly not last, trip to a live ball
game. I had been to a few others, but with my Moms folks, never my own dad. We would
drive the two hours to Toronto, and talk about everything. How to read a ball off the
bat, what school was like. We began to develop a relationship that my own father came
to realize, he had always wanted with his own. My grandpa died in the winter of 1995,
one of two moments I have ever witnessed my hardened Dad cry. And not like, one of
those solitary tears and it’s over type deals, a full on emotionally devastated cry.

We had finally begun to cultivate a relationship ourselves, and it made my Dad realize
just how much he had missed out on as a kid growing up. So our baseball trips became a
yearly event, often times outside of Canada just to visit different ball parks. Our
first big road trip was to Jacobs Field in Cleveland, Ohio. I was enamored with Jim
Thome, and so badly wanted to see my favorite ball player live. And after a four-hour
rain delay, and a nine-hour drive home, I would be stuck waiting for another few years
before that came to fruition.

Our second trip, was to see the Los Angeles Dodgers take on the Chicago Cubs at Wrigley Field. Needless to say, I was fully behind the boys in blue that day. I detested the
stadium. From the trough style urinals, to the belligerent ticket lady that refused to
give me the Budweiser giveaway, because I was under the age of 21. The entire
experience left me disappointed.But hey, deep dish makes everything better.

Our third big trip, was to Veterans Stadium in its final year of hosting the
Philadelphia Phillies. I wish I could explain how excited my Dad was. A Phils, Eagles,
and Flyers fan, walking down Broad Street. At that point, I realized just how important
our road trips were. It didn’t matter where, because it was taking us to these
historically significant stadiums, cities, and seeing the teams that hundreds of
thousands of fans shared a love with. I saw Jim Thome play that day. But it was the
first time I saw the Cincinnati Reds in person. Years previous, we had been part of a
Scout Troop that visited Wright Patterson in Dayton, and while there a marine handed me
this rolled up paper. Years later, I would find it again. Great American Ball Park
plans, art work, blue prints.

It’s weird how this works, huh?

Our next three trips were back to Chicago, to see Frank Thomas, and the White Sox. If
you know me, you know my heart is broken into three pieces for baseball. The pale hose,
Jays, and our beloved Redlegs. I saw the Sox receive their world series rings, my dad
and I waiting in line outside of USCF for four and a half hours to ensure we got our
replica rings as part of the first twenty thousand through the gates. They had brought
Aaron Rowand back for the ceremony, and I teared up. It happens, baseball is so deeply
rooted in our hearts, that tugging at the strings of the old ticker happens a little
more easily. They lost to the bastards from Cleveland that day, Freddy Garcia pitched
like garbage but I finally experienced a chance to see my team celebrate a World Series.

We went to Detroit a few times after that, some minor league ball parks in Michigan, and finally back to Chicago in 2010 to see the same White Sox retire Frank Thomas’ number. Crying in baseball #2. I love the Big Hurt, and always will.

We’ve been through 12 years of baseball road trips, and in 2011, my dad and I made a trip to Great American Ball Park in Cincinnati, Ohio. The Reds Museum and Hall, a weekend long series against the Barves, and a Jonny Gomes bobble head later, we had our most memorable trip to date.

Friends from Wisconsin, Toronto, Michigan, and all over made the trip that weekend. We had 10 of our closest friends all in one place. After the Friday night game, and I will never forget this, Dad and I stood out on the concourse in center field above the Reds bullpen, the stadium lights the only thing left in the stadium. Dad turned to me and said one of the few things that ever really caught me off guard.

“These trips, make losing my Dad a little bit easier. Thank you”

I never realized how important it was until that moment, and even two years after our first trip, when we made our third pilgrimage to Cincinnati, I cannot express how full my heart is, knowing that while these moments have meant the world to me as a fan, they mean more to my Dad as a father.

Baseball is my heart, I share it with my best friends, my family, and the love of my life. So while we get ready for another season, I urge everyone to reflect on the moments that defined them as a fan. How they came to be Reds Country.

What’s your story?

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2013 Reds First Year Player Draft Review

The 1st couple rounds of the 2013 MLB First Year Player Draft was last night and as a card collector / autograph hound all I could think about was:

1) Who are the Reds picking?

2) Do they have any cards yet?

3) Wonder what their autographs look like?

So…I followed along on Twitter and waiting on the edge of my…well…desk chair to hear the names of the newest Reds! It seemed like it took forever to get all the way to pick number 27. Tick Tock. Come on people! Lets get to the REDS! Finally they got to the Reds and with the 27th pick they took… Samford junior outfielder Phillip Ervin! Woot! Then I make the mad dash to eBay…typed in Phillip Ervin…There is 2 autographed baseballs for sale. But most important, his signature looks pretty cool! He has some nice readable letters in there, you can see the “P”s in his first name. Would like to see the “E” in his last name a bit better but there is some cool loops in the rest of his name. Overall a nice signature. Would give it a B.

Phillip Ervin

Now we wait for the next pick….not too long though. 38th overall. Then I see the Tweet…With the 38th pick they took RHP Michael Lorenzen from Cal State-Fullerton! Once again I make the mad dash to eBay…typed in Michael Lorenzen…There is a LOAD of cards and stuff for sale, and his signature looks AWESOME!! He has ALOT of  readable letters in his auto you can see some of the letters in his first name and the important “L” and “Z” in his last. His signature has 4 very cool loops in his name. Overall an Excellent signature. Would give it an A.


I thought we were done for the night, I am used to NFL drafts were teams might have 2 picks the first night. But then I see the Reds have the  67th overall. So I wait once again. Soon, I see the Tweet…With the 67th pick they took 3B Kevin Franklin from Gahr High School in California! Once again I make the mad dash to eBay…typed in Kevin Franklin…There is a LOAD of stuff for sale (his name is pretty common, DOH!). So after some tweeking and narrowing down I find 1 card of his and it is autographed! His signature looks…well….kinda simple. He has 2 letters in his auto. Yep…only 2. Just a simple KF. His signature leaves something to be desired but he is still a high school guy. He has lots of time to work on it and make it into a nicer autograph if he chooses to. Overall a simple signature. Would give it an C.

Kevin Franklin

Well there you have it my review of the 1st 2 rounds of the 2013 MLB First Year Player Draft. While I have not covered what sorts of talents these guys have (leaving that to the other bloggers who know more about that stuff) I have gotten right to the heart of the Autograph issue!! 🙂

I welcome any comments or questions either here on the blog or you can hit me up on Twitter @garpike28

Thanks and I hope you have a great day!

Autograph Joe

In Defense of the MLB PED Policy

Major League Baseball is rumored to be seeking substantial bans against up to 20 players as soon as tomorrow.

At the top of the list is Alex Rodriguez and Ryan Braun.

Supposedly both of these players are facing 100 game suspension and its possible that many more will be facing similar suspensions.  The list of players who are supposedly involved with this reads like a starting lineup for the early 2000’s A’s.  You have Ryan Braun the Superstar, A-Rod the guy the Yankees wish to god they hadn’t signed at this point and some Mediocre players and a couple of free agents and Minor League guys.  Per the ESPN OTL report which can be found HERE  You can also add:

Melky Cabrera whom was on a previous 50 game suspension.

Bartolo Colon who coincidentally is a current A and also had a suspension last year.

Nelson Cruz of the Rangers whom has been a big league mainstay.

Yasmani Grandal Formerly of the Reds minor league system and currently of the Padres who himself just came off a 50 game suspension.

Jesus Montero the 23 year old former yankee catcher whom is currently injured for the Seatle Mariners.

Jhonny Peralta the man with the most mispelled first name in sports.

Gio Gonzalez is the one player who it appears may not have actually gotten illegal substances from Biogenesis and if that is true should not get a suspension.

Others named? Everth Cabrera, Francisco Cervelli, Fautino de los Santos, Fendando Martinez, Jordan Norberto, Cesar Puello.  There are supposedly up to 20 or more named players who are looking at penalties.  If you take Gio out of this that would mean you have around 8 or more still to be named.  Will this happen?  Who knows.  Who will still be named?  Who knows.  I’m sure there will be a name or two that will still shock us as most of the names are “Encrypted” with a code name or passphrase but its impossible to even guess.

The Reaction to this seems to be a mistaken one, many are saying that the Biogenesis founder is being lauded as a “Hero” or “good guy”  while the players are being derided or seen as “Bad guys”  Heres a hint, one is not exclusive to the other.

Neither of these groups are “Good Guys” the level of how much of “Bad guys” they are will be determined by their actions.  If all of the rumors are true and a player attempted to buy the biogenesis documents in order to get out of suspensions (the rumors are someone whos name rhymes with Jay-Rod) then that player would be a “Bad Guy”.

Anthony Bosch currently is embroiled in a lawsuit with the MLB over basically “Adversely” effecting the game.  Bosch’s deal will more than likely be MLB will drop all lawsuits against him and he will turn over on everybody involved.  Does that make him a “Good Guy”?  Someone to be lauded? No, that means he wants to  save his own skin from owing more money than he could ever produce to the MLB. At the same time Federal prosecutors are looking at him for criminal charges, how this will effect those still remains to be seen.

Major League Baseball is in a damned if you do damned if you don’t situation regarding PEDs.  I don’t have to explain to you the 90s.  If you’re reading this you know what happened.  So many in the media, fandom, CONGRESS FOR GOD SAKES have been trying to burn Bud Selig at the stake since the “Steroid” era.  There are a ton of reasons to burn him, lord knows I have in personal conversations, on the blog, on the podcast (Available on itunes, stitcher, zune, or just plain libsyn if you prefer) on twitter and even in my sleep have reffered to Bud as the Anti-Christ.  But Bud has brough baseball from the dark ages by way of PED testing and penalties to the forefront of PED testing and penalties.  To the point where they are the first sports league to offer HGH testing even though the NFL supposedly got it with their last labor deal.

Many say that MLB will be going too far if they suspend up to 20 players who haven’t “Tested Positive”  BUT at the same time thats what the appeals process will be for.  If  Major League Baseball has evidence, real evidence that they have up to two dozen players who have been using banned substances but have found ways to cheat tests or circumvent the system they have to act.

BUT they have to act smart.  This cannot be another Braun case.  They had a drug test and they went after him with it, a technicality got him off.  He got off from breaking the rules because the MLB drug collector who took his sample broke the rules.  You know that he took  steroids, he knows he took steroids, he doesn’t even dispute that.  His dispute is that the urine chilling at a testers house magically grew fake testosterone in it.

They HAVE to have evidence that shows that these guys knowingly broke the rules.  If they do they have to throw the book at them.  If they don’t have the evidence then they have to leave it alone.  They cannot take another kick in the ass the way they did before.  They cannot pursue this if thats even in the realm of possibility.

This is why I would implore MLB to think of a few things.

1)Hand out only the suspensions that they have earned based on the collective bargaining agreement.  Trying to hand out an extra 50 games because they lied to you is not going to fly.  You can try it but odds are at a minimum that 50 games will be overturned and if you are too overzealous you’ll get all 100 games overturned.

2)If someone has already been suspended for what they got from Biogenesis whatever it may have been you cannot suspend them again.  So do a real good check on your Grandal, Colon and Cabrera suspensions.  DO A REAL GOOD CHECK because this is another thing that will get you kicked in the ass on appeals.  Double Jeopardy is something that will cause a real issue with your players union.

3)Be fair in general, just because a player is named doesn’t mean they did bad things.  By all current information Gio didn’t do anything bad so if he didn’t be smart and don’t suspend him.

4)In general only suspend those who you know you will get.  Seriously.  If this means a Braun or Rodriguez gets off so be it.  You need to go perfect on this one on appeals.  if that means 1/1 or 20/20 its all that matters.  You cannot have any overturned.  Suspensions will become paper tigers.  Players will not be afraid of suspensions if they know that they can find a technicality to get away with it.

Overall I believe that MLB will do what needs to be done, the only remaining question is will they go too far.  Either way this is going to be a historic day for sports.  Either Major League Baseball will announce the stiffest suspensions in Major League Sports History and the largest number since the black sox scandal (possibly more than the black sox scandal).  Or MLB will announce the largest number of suspensions that were then overturned on appeal.  Either way tomorrow will be the first time this story has been interesting in months.


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A New Reds Fan (Baby Pictures)

My little angel Jules Dianna was born yesterday at 3:45 PM weighing in at 8 lbs 2.8 Ozs and 21 inches long.

We haven’t put her in any of her Reds outfits yet, we don’t want them to get ruined if ya know what I mean.

Lets be honest you’re here for baby pictures. Here they are.

My Son & I: A Minor Experience

On Tuesday of last week a friend of ours called and asked if we would like His 4 Dayton Dragons tickets for the game that night. Of course I said yes, my renewed love for baseball this season has become somewhat of an addiction. I am now trying to get baseball tickets whenever I can, listening to Reds games on the radio, turning on the Reds game when I can.  It is a wee bit sad really. lol. Anyways… I quickly called and messaged a few friends about going to the game but everyone was either working (lame),  had something else to do (lamer) or just didn’t want to go (WHAT!?). So I decided to take my son, Aaron, even though it was a school night. (Yeah I am a cool dad!)

From the moment we left my son was peppering me with questions. Where are we sitting? Are we there yet? Who are they playing? Are we there yet? Can I get a baseball to get signed? Are we there yet? Can I get candy? Are we there yet?
Finally,we arrived at Fifth Third Field! This being our first time there, we were in awe! This is a nice stadium! Our seats were 15 rows right behind the Dragons dugout so we could see everything perfectly! Everyone we ran into was really nice and helpful. It started out as a great night.

Then the game began…ouch. Dayton got behind quickly, so Aaron began to lose interest but he really wanted a baseball! LOL! So just after the 5th inning we decided to walk around and check out the park. We made our way around and found the Team Shop. My son started freaking out when he saw that one of the players would be signing in the shop after the game. (Yes he is just like his father, I was a bit excited at the thought of an autograph as well!) We purchased a baseball and was told to come back  at the end of the game and Ismael Guillon, who is also on the 40 Man Roster of the Cincinnati Reds, would be signing that night! Well now that we knew that an autograph was coming, neither of us could focus on a game where the team we were rooting for unfortunately was losing! We were counting down the innings! We finally made a break for it in the bottom of the eighth inning! Hah!

We got to the Team Shop and were first in the autograph line! Aaron, ball in hand, was pacing while I was watching the game on the big TV in the Shop. Aaron was dying by this point. Then the last out was made and the game was over. Aaron was overjoyed when into the store, lead by a team employee, came Mr. Guillon! Ismael sat down and said hello to Aaron who was grinning a mile wide. Aaron handed his ball to Mr. Guillon, who signed it right on the sweet spot and gave it back to Him. Aaron was so excited and very careful not to smudge it. We then made our way out of the Shop and headed off to the car. On the way Aaron looked and me and said “Thanks so much for bringing me Dad!”

I want to say thank you to the whole Dayton Dragons organization for making our first game at Fifth Third Field a very memorable Father and Son night! We will be back soon!

-Joe G-

Father & Son   Ismael Guillon